We were both taken aback by Chuck’s generosity and sincerity. He lived alone and loved watching the western channel. He was 78 years old (after forgetting and previously telling us he was only 68) and still worked for himself. He had simple philosophies and a playful smile. He took us to breakfast at the Longhorn (which had ten dead deer heads mounted on the walls), where he guessed our ages at 16 (Lily) and 18 (Sarah). He let us drive his four-wheeler all over the beautiful small town. Dillon was a cool little town surrounded by beautiful snow-capped mountains and hosted donkey basketball at the local high school. We enjoyed the countryside and cooked dinner for Uncle Chuck- his first enchiladas and first tofu. We ended up going out to his favorite bar called The Lion’s Den. Met some of his friends who called him ‘the legend’ and learned that there is a 5:1 ratio of men to women… the odds were in our favor. Chuck told us that we were “half-way attractive so a guy wouldn’t have to put a sack over our heads…” We were blown away that two Fat Tire beers and a 7&7 was only $9… Went two-stepping at the Joker bar where you can still smoke inside and we were gifted real cowgirl hats. Thanks Mike Anderson!